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Sick for You

Porsche was now 23 year old, he Killed hundereds of people, with help and withou, many knew him for his name, The pheonix. No matter how much someone wanted to kill him, he always ended up taking revange on them, even if he was injured, he became stronger. Of course police noticed but he already formed some ally's among the officers, He could say that hes protected. He had some friends who were also hitman's or mafia and he even had a friend who is someone important, a bussiness man, his name was Tae. His little brother, chay begged him to stop killing- to retire but Porsche couldnt, he just couldnt, he didnt want to, but in return, he promised Chay he would stop killing so much. He wasnt tired of killing- it was his hobby, but that was exactly the problem. Thats why he seeked therapy- today was his first day at the new building, he unfortunetly killed his old therapist and needed to find a new one... It wasnt his fault though! They were acting a if they cared but when Porsche finnaly told them about killing stuff, they wanted to sell him to police! Of course officers contacted him first, Therapis couldnt probably tell that he was an ally of pilice, but that didnt matter! He needed to kill them at the end.

He sat down at the lobby, his session started at 10am but it was 9am, He got up a little early to be sure hes not late and it turned out to be a little too early. So there he is- sitting like an idiot. He looked around, there were alot of people in uniforms- bodyguards, Porsche thought. Over the years he could notice if someone was important, and someone that was sitting at the opposite of him surely was. he had like- ten bodyguards, who needs that many?!  That guy began annoying Him, he was really loud and all shiny. Porsche hated that type of people, they were noisy and loud, exactly what Porsche despised. 

The strangers seemed to notice Porsche's stare, he became silent- for a second, his silence lasted a mere second- and here Porsche thought he could have a relaxing morning. He already hated himself for looking beacuse the stranger began talking to him. 

' What are you looking at!' He screamed at Porsche and it took all of his power not to kill him on the spot, why would someone ruin this beautiful morning for him. Porsche decided its the best to act, his little brother told him that even if someone makes porsche mad, he should be respectful. Porsche wanted to listen, so he tried. 

' My bad Im sorry, I just Love your outift.' Porsche didnt exactly like it but it was.. orginal. The man had a bright pink fur-coat on him and alot of shiny things, he looked like a real ken from barbie. The man gasped at the compliment and smiled, chay would be proud of him. He actually made someone smile! He should do it more often, it actually made him happy too. He was getting better with emotions. 
' Oh! Then dont apologize! I know i look fabulous!' At least he was confident- Porsche thought. He hated the weak, and it wasnt just beacuse he was a hater, it was beacuse he was weak once and he got hurt beacuse  of it. Thankfully now- Porsche is strong, he knows how to fight and get out of difficult situations. 

Porsche smiled at the man and decided to go away, He didnt want to start anything. He already had enough of the conversation. He got his phone out of the pocket and dialed Chay's number in, of course he would tell Porschay about his talk! He was proud of that beacuse he did not have a conversation with someone he didnt know in like- months. 

' Hello?' His little brother picked up. Porsche smiled at the warm voice. 

' Hi!' He said in a geniue happy tone. He wondered of how will Chay react, he didnt need praises he just wanted to let his little brother know he is getting better even with out the therapy. Of course he wouldnt break the promise of going but still.

' Hia! Hello, why are you calling?' Chay asked. He didnt sound worried, that was good. Porsche really was getting better, maybe he would be like his past self over some time. Of course he still couldnt get rid of the fact that he liked the pain- but he could hide it,  he was an good actor.

' Well- I just wanted to let you know that I just had a conversation! with a human being! And he was a stranger.' Porsche explained. 

' Thats great! See? I told you, you will be okay in no time!' Chay beamed, his voice became excited and it made Porsche's heart clentch. 

' Yeah and-' Suddenly someone bumped into Porsche. These people here are really annoying. ' Wait a second Chay, Ill call you back.' He quickly told and hang up. The stranger should atleast apologize! Thats what normal people do. 

He looked at the starnger and frooze. The stranger has a expensive suit, he was clearly rich. His hair were slicked back, he looked handsome. Porsche hated jerks like him, they thought they could buy anything with their daddies money. They thought they were on top of the world, thats why he hated them. He was ready to throw hands.

But he promised Chay he would stop trying to take the revange for small mistakes.. He should stop. He should frogive and froget- thats right. He breathed in and out, just like chay told him too. 

' Watch where you are going.' A cold voice said. Porsche snapped, He?! he should watch?? He was the one to bump into Porsche!

' Listen here, mr. Handsome, you were the one to bump into me! Apologize.' Porsche tried to control his fists by clentching them, he was pretty sure that his fingers were getting white from his strenght. Stranger didnt even spare him an apologetic glare, he just looked at Porsche as if he was an freak. 

' Watch you mouth.' He responded. Porsche was an second away from puching that dude. Thankfully something distracted him, it was that crazy man from earlier. He looked at Porsche all smiles. 

' You! Tanned boy! come here!' He called and Porsche didnt know if he should go. But he didnt want to murder someone so he left that bushy eyebrow's ( Yes, thats his nick from now on). He sat next to the unknown man and stared at the floor. He didnt exactly know how to form an conversation, he was a bartender sometime but he mainly began talking with something like - want a drink?- or 0 what can i get for you- And now? He didnt know what to do. 

' Sorry about Kinn. He can be very cold you know.' Kinn? Who the fuck is Kinn...Oh. Oh yeah, that bushy eyebrows. Was he a patient- or a client here? Probably. 

' Yeah, no wonder he is at the therapy.' Porsche commented and that made the other one laugh. Bushy brow's looked at him like he could Kill porsche with just staring. Porsche didnt even flinch though, that man did not scare him in any way, he was kinda looking like an angry puppy. Porsche accidently imagined it, that made him laugh together with the fabulous stranger. 

' You're cool, whats your name?' Porsche looked at the man. Should he try and be friends or now? He should try, maybe it will be better to have a friend. It will make him feel- normal. Normal again, just like the old times. 

' Im Porsche, whats yours.' Porsche gave him his best smile, The stranger did a weird noise ( the one when you see something cute) and grabbed his cheek. Porsche never allowed that to happen, but he must try to become friends with that... man! 

' Im tankhun! But you can call me Khun Nu. Why are you here? Im here beacuse i want to finnaly stop being home all the time.' That sounded traumatic. Maybe they would be trauma buddies? 

' Im here beacuse I was traumatized.' Was it enough? should he share his story? But he never shared it with anyone, not even Chay- Porschay knows the most part but he doesnt know the details and what happend there. Khun nu looked at him with worry in his eyes, it was a true worry. Porsche wondered how can someone feel that wat even though they just met.